The 7: Greed

by Geri Glenn

  I press myself against him, my tongue dueling with his as his hands come up to unbutton my blouse. He tastes like spearmint gum. Buttons undone, Shawn backs me up until my ass hits the hood of the car, and he leans away as his calloused fingertips trail along my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

  His mouth ravishes my cleavage as he presses my full breasts together, his thumbs once again giving praise to my tight nipples. Throwing my head back, I don’t have to act to the pleasure he’s giving me. When his teeth sink into one, just enough to hurt, I let out a tiny yelp and he pulls away, a wicked grin playing on his handsome lips.

  I grin back, reaching behind me and unclasping my red, lacy bra. Ever so slowly, I hold his gaze as I pull the straps down my arms, keeping the cups in place with my forearm. Shawn’s shoulders heave as he watches, his tongue flicking out to wet his upper lip. When I don’t move the fabric away fast enough, he reaches out and rips it away.

  His warm tongue drags across my puckered flesh in a long, slow lick, as his hand goes into my panties. There’s no way the camera can see what he’s doing, but my body thrums with pleasure with each swipe across my clit. I place the sharp heels of my stilettos on the bumper and spread my knees wide, allowing him to fall between them and give the camera a better angle.

  I reach forward and swipe aside his suit jacket, tugging at his belt buckle with one hand. He releases my nipple with a loud pop and gives it one more stroke of his tongue. “You want my pants off, baby?” I whimper a little and nod at him from beneath my lashes. “You first,” he says, lifting my skirt and splaying my back along the hood.

  He lifts the backs of my legs and spreads me wider, running his nose along my slit. I feel his teeth scrape along my clit through the fabric, and my belly quivers in anticipation. Again, I love sex, but my favorite part is the feel of a man’s eager tongue lapping at my pussy.

  Shawn teases me over my panties, hands coming up to pinch my nipples, but finally, after what feels like forever, he pulls the lacy material aside and sinks his tongue inside me. The shock of his warm, wet flesh on mine has me screaming out a breathy, “Yes!”

  Shawn is good at what he does. I’d never worked with him before, but I had heard about his magic tongue and long, thick cock. So far, one of those stories was proving to be more truthful than I’d expected.

  His tongue and lips work magic on my clit, making my entire body quiver with need. A burst of heat builds, threatening to burn me from the inside out as I reach for the orgasm his mouth promises. Shawn’s finger appears under his chin, the tip of it slipping inside of me, and I buck my hips, desperate for him to thrust it the rest of the way in.

  When he finally gives me what I crave, my eyes roll back in my head. His finger slips in and out of my body, the knuckles of his hand pressing against me from below as his warm tongue circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. The heat turns to a white-hot pleasure, causing my entire body to shake uncontrollably as I moan and buck my hips, pressing his face into my most sensitive area.

  Shawn doesn’t stop when my orgasm hits. He draws it out, slowing the motion of his finger and tongue, teasing me, coaxing more out of me, making my body melt into the car beneath me. When I’m finished, he pulls away, his eyes boring into mine. He smirks at me as his hand comes up, wiping my wetness from his lips and he stands, leaning over me as his mouth takes mine.

  I’ve had a lot of sex in my twenty-four years. Some people might call me a slut, but I would just turn around and call them prudes. I like what I like, and my sexuality is something I’ve learned to embrace. I refuse to live in shame just because I don’t hide the fact that I like a little kink. I like to have sex in public. I like people watching me have fantastic sex. I like the way sex on camera empowers me to express myself.

  In all the times I’ve had sex, nobody has given me an orgasm quite this intense. Shawn knows what he’s doing. My muscles feel limp and shaky as I sit up, reaching once again for his belt buckle. He had blown my mind, and now it was my turn to blow his. Literally.

  As I yank his pants open and release his cock, I can’t help but stare at it for a moment. It’s very long and thick, just as I’d heard. It’s also hard and ready, waiting for me to wrap my lips around it and take it deep into my throat. As I reach my hand out, but before I can get any further, his own hand comes down. Taking me gently under the chin, he lifts me until I’m standing.

  His hands cup my ass, kneading and squeezing, bringing one knee up over his hip. His cock rests perfectly between my folds as he kisses me, his hips thrusting slightly, causing my entire body to shiver.

  When he pulls his mouth from mine and looks down at me, his cheeks are ruddy with need. “Time to put this car to the test,” he says.

  In a motion so fast and smooth, I squeal when he spins me around and pushes my chest down on top of the hood of the Bugatti. My naked breasts meet the cool, charcoal steel, and I moan as two fingers sink inside my exposed pussy. His thumb strums at my clit while he thrusts them in and out, bringing on yet another white burn of pleasure.

  “You ready, baby?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I moan, pressing my ass toward him, wanting more than anything for him to fuck me.

  I lift my cheek from where it lies on the hood and face forward to watch our reflection in the windshield. My body freezes when the eyes staring back at me aren’t my own. Shawn’s cock plunges into me as I stare in shock at the man sitting in the driver’s seat of the souped-up sports car, watching it all through the dark tint of the windows.

  Reese holds my eyes as Shawn fucks me, his arm moving in motion with Shawn’s thrusts, and I have no doubt that he’s in there stroking his cock. His eyes burn as they watch me, and I’m helpless to do anything. Shawn’s cock is bringing on another orgasm, and one of the sexiest men I have ever seen is watching this man fuck me. It’s the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.

  As my climax builds, I watch as Reese’s arm moves faster, his lips parting on a silent gasp. We fall over the edge of ecstasy together, our eyes locked as I cry out, and my body trembles. Reality comes rushing back as Shawn pulls out and flips me to my back in one swift move. He places a foot on the bumper and gives his cock three firm thrusts before his cum spills onto my chest and belly.

  This time, when he kisses me, I don’t marvel at his skill. Instead, I want nothing more than to turn and stare into Reese’s eyes once again. To regain that intense connection we’d seemed to share.

  “And cut!” Jeff calls, clapping his hands slowly. “Good fucking scene, guys. That was sexy as hell.”

  My mind is still spinning as Shawn pulls me up from the car. Someone hands me a towel, and I absently use it to wipe the cum from my tits as the men pull me into the shade, off to the right. Jeff is still spewing out compliments of excitement, but I can’t stop staring at that car, waiting for Maxwell Reese to show himself. Did anyone even know he was in there?

  Just then, the car’s engine roars to life, and before any of us have a chance to question it, it pulls down the lane and out of the parking lot, disappearing behind the fence and down the street.

  ***

  After that little unexpected episode with Reese today, I need a drink. I stop at the local grocery store and grab myself some wine, and everything I need to make my favorite steak fajitas. I don’t know what to make of Reese making yet another appearance into the most sexual parts of my life. Why was he there?

  Nobody had known Reese was in that car until he took off. Apparently, the set had been on a private lot after all. Reese owned the lot and the car. Jeff had just shaken his head and continued to pack up, telling everyone not to worry about it.

  I reach for a bottle of my favorite wine and turn to place it in my cart.

  “I didn’t take you for the type of girl who enjoyed the cheap stuff.” His voice is like a bucket of cold water, ripping me from my thoughts. I stare up at Reese with wide eyes. He grabs the wine from my cart and places it back on the shelf. He then grabs ano
ther, much more expensive bottle, and hands it to me. “This one is better. Aged to perfection, made with the finest grapes, and has a crisp taste only found in fine wines.”

  I take the bottle from his hand. “Thanks,” I whisper, wondering where the hell he’d come from and why was he standing in front of me, giving me a lesson on wine.

  Reese takes the handle of my shopping cart and starts to walk away, clearly expecting me to follow. “I decided it was time for you and I to meet,” he says, grabbing yet another bottle and placing it into the cart. “I’ve been watching you for a very long time, Alexandra Newman.”

  My brow furrows as I watch the muscles of his back flex beneath his collared shirt as he places something else into my cart. “You have?”

  He glances back at me over his shoulder and smirks. “I have. You’re very beautiful.”

  I can’t help it. I may be an independent, strong-willed woman, but when a gorgeous, accomplished man like Maxwell Reese tells you that you’re beautiful, you blush. And I do. My cheeks are burning as I say the only thing I can think of to say. “Thank you.”

  He stops, then turns to face me. “I want you to come home with me.”

  I don’t respond. I don’t know what to say to that. I’ve been hit on by a lot of men, but none so direct as this one.

  Reese takes a step closer, his body dangerously close to mine. “I want to get to know you.”

  I just gape up at him, my eyes searching his. Why can’t I speak?

  He takes another step, and his long, muscular body is now pressed against my own. He leans down and trails his nose along the curve of my throat, inhaling deeply as he moves. When his mouth reaches my ear, I shiver. “I want to fuck you until you can’t stand on your own two feet,” he whispers. “I want to shove my cock inside that greedy pussy of yours and make you forget your own name.” His teeth nip at my throat, and goosebumps race across my skin. “I want to devour you.”

  Jesus. Christ. Every ounce of air in my lungs sits like a brick on my chest. I can’t breathe.

  He pulls away slightly, his face floating in front of mine. His tongue darts out and slides across my lower lip in a slow, sensual caress. “Come home with me,” he urges, his tone rough and full of lust.

  “I can’t,” I whisper. He yanks his head from mine and stares at me. If the look on his face is any indication, my answer has shocked him, just as much as it has me. “I’m sorry,” I say, finding a little more strength to explain. “I just can’t.”

  This man may be sexy, and my own personal wet dream, but he is also my boss, the owner of the company that employs me. If things fall out with him, I could be out a job. One that pays me very well and treats me like an actual human being, which is more than I can say for the other adult film companies out there.

  He frowns and shakes his head, bewildered. “You can’t?” I attempt an apologetic smile and shrug my shoulders. “I don’t like that answer, Alex. I don’t like it at all.” Reese wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me closer. “Please say yes.”

  As much as he turns me on, his comfort with touching me, and the way he talks to me has me backing away. I may have sex on camera for a living, but I am still a lady. Any man that wants to be with me needs to respect me as one. Reese is treating me like a sure thing. “I don’t know you, Mr. Reese. I’m going to have to kindly decline your offer.”

  The strength in my voice comes from out of nowhere. A minute ago, I was a quivering mess at his fingertips, but the more I play his words over in my mind, the more I hate the way they make me feel. Like a toy.

  I step around him and walk right past my shopping cart. He’s filled it with things I didn’t want anyway, and I need to put as much space between us as I can before I forget why I said no in the first place.

  “Alexandra,” he calls out, just as I’m about to turn the corner. I freeze, but don’t look back. “Have dinner with me.”

  My heart flutters a little at his tortured request. It’s clear that it’s not something he asks often. I turn and find him in the same place, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other thrust out toward me, pleading. “Please,” he pleads. “I would like to take you out for dinner, and get to know you.”

  He looks uncomfortable. Scared even. “When?” I ask.

  “Tomorrow. Six thirty. I’ll pick you up at your place.”

  For the first time, since Maxwell Reese walked on-set the other day, I don’t feel his power over me. For the first time, I’m the one with the power. I don’t make him wait. I do my best to keep the happiness from my voice as I say, “See you then.”

  I turn and walk out of the store, forgetting all about my plans for wine and fajitas. I’ve got a bottle of whiskey at home and pizza delivery on speed dial.

  ***

  I’m just stepping out of the tub when my phone rings, with a number I don’t recognize. I quickly dry my hands and put it to my ear. “Hello?”

  “Hi…Alex?”

  I don’t recognize the man’s voice on the other end. “Yes. Who’s this?”

  The man clears his throat. “This is Shawn, from earlier today. I, uh…I got your number from Jeff.”

  Only in my world would the man that fucked my brains out just this afternoon sound so completely nervous to call me at home. I wrap the towel around my chest and tuck the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I grab my book and whiskey from the side of the tub. “Hey, Shawn. How are you?”

  “Good,” he says. “I’m good. I, uh…I was just calling because I thought, maybe—I mean, if you wanted to, maybe you and I could hang out sometime?”

  I place my things on the nightstand beside my bed and take a seat on the mattress. Again, only in my world do I go for over a year without a single date, and suddenly, two very attractive, totally sexy men ask me out on the same damn day.

  I pause for a moment, trying to decide on what I should tell him. I mean, I did just accept a date with Reese earlier today, but in no way does that mean we’re exclusive. Besides, I like Shawn. Today was my first day meeting him, and the sex had been phenomenal, but off camera, he seemed like a genuinely good guy. A guy I could see myself spending time with.

  “If you don’t want to, that’s okay,” he says, sounding a little disappointed.

  I had been silent for too long. “Yeah, Shawn. I’d like that.”

  “Awesome,” he chuckles, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “I have a shoot in New York this weekend, but I was thinking next Saturday afternoon? If the weather is nice, we could spend the day on my boat, then grab a bite at this seafood shack down the coast.”

  “That sounds perfect.” And I mean it. I love spending time outdoors. I’ve never had a chance to spend much time on a boat, but it sounds like a lot of fun. Getting to know Shawn wouldn’t be so bad either. My date with Reese is tomorrow, which is Wednesday. That gives me a week and a half, which should be plenty of time to figure out if he’s just looking for a quick roll in the sheets with a porn star, or a relationship with a woman he’s in to.

  “Yeah?” Shawn asks. “Great. Awesome. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up around eleven, if that works for you.”

  A smile creeps across my face as he talks. “That works.”

  “Okay. Good. Great. I uh…I’ll text you Friday night for your address.”

  “Sounds good, Shawn. I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Yeah, Alex. Me too.”

  “Bye, Shawn.” My grin has now turned into a full-on smile.

  “Bye, gorgeous.”

  I hang up the phone, feeling like a fifteen-year-old girl who was just asked to the senior prom. Two dates in one day. Huh. Seems my luck with men may finally be changing.

  ***

  Six thirty the next night rolls around, and Reese hasn’t shown. By six forty-five, I’m wondering if all the primping and waxing I’d put myself through to get ready for this date was worth it. By seven o’clock, I’m just pissed off.

  At seven minutes after seven, my doorbell rings.
I consider not answering it at all. I’d just poured myself a glass of wine and had slipped out of the ridiculously high stilettos I’d been wearing. They are sexy as hell, but killer on my poor feet.

  When the doorbell rings a second time, I stand from my chair and make my way to the front door. Cocking a brow, I open it to a bouquet of red roses, and an apologetic grin on his face.

  “I apologize,” Reese quickly blurts out. “A meeting I was in ran late.”

  He looks so pitiful standing there, flowers in hand, his head bowed in mock shame. I can’t find it in me to be mad. “Come on in.” I sigh. “I just need to grab my shoes.”

  I know I’m letting him off far too easy, but this is our first date, and he is a billionaire. I’m sure he has meetings that run late all the time. Who am I to bitch him out for being late to take me to dinner for the first time?

  After grabbing my shoes and my purse, I hurry out to the front hall where Reese is waiting. “So, where are we going?”

  Reese grins and helps me place my pashmina around my shoulders. “I made reservations at one of my restaurants,” he says, surprising me. I’d never really put much thought into where all of his money came from. I guess it makes sense that he isn’t just a porn king, though. “It’s quite good. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

  When we step outside, I see his car sitting at the curb and freeze; my gasp drowned out by the sound of my own laughter. “This is your car?” I ask, looking down at the familiar Bugatti sitting in my driveway.

  He steps up behind me and grips my waist tightly. “Indeed,” he whispers into my ear. “It’s my new favorite car.”

  My cheeks flush as he steps away, remembering the look in his eyes as he’d stroked himself while I’d been fucked on the hood of that same car. I think it might just be my new favorite car as well.

  The drive to the restaurant is short, and Reese fills me in on why we’re going to one of his restaurants. “I have a business associate meeting us at the restaurant,” he discloses. “I hated to do it during our date, but it was the only time I could fit it in this week. I hope you don’t mind.”